Summary

He knows it’s a terrible idea the moment his brain conjures up the thought, but his problem was the idea of Whitney looking after Ben’s daughter, surely there was nothing wrong with him doing it instead?

Before he can talk himself out of it, he’s shouting after Lola, who’s barely had time to turn her back to them; “I could watch her for a bit, you know, if you want? I ain’t doing nothing.”

Summary

"Forgive me," he tells her, his voice is almost inaudible but there is no mistaking the pleading in his tone. He must only fall to his knees before her, and then he'll be no different from the slaves and beggars she had seen in King's Landing.

"For what, your Grace?" she asks, her voice cold and detached. She sees him wince as though her words have cut through his skin, yet she remains unmoved. She cannot afford to let herself feel now.

He doesn't answer her question. Instead, he offers an explanation. "I couldn't allow the North to go through yet another war, Sansa, especially not one against dragons."

Summary

“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.

Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—

“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”

Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”

Summary

They're the loudest unspoken secret in Camp Jaha.

It still takes them almost 10 years to be.

*Defining moments from multiple POVs*

(AU after 2x08)

*CURRENTLY UNDER EDIT* Sorry guys, I'm finally getting down to reviewing Etre and will be editing the later chapters. I've started with Chap 3 so it's currently down for the moment. I'm so sorry but trust me, this is needed.*